It comes and goes in waves,
A belief, a lust, that turned in to something twisted,
A kind of game she’s never tempted.
He calculates everything he has come to believe,
Then his eyes, those eyes, which look at her,
And hold such sympathy for a woman
He’d like to think he knows.
He whispers in her ear, words of something
Too far for her heart to reach.
Still his hands move to hold her,
Consuming like an avalanche, covering and filling these rooms with wrath, unstoppable it seems as it pushes passed my eyes. I feel the fury of scripts not yet read into the world, my heart trembles an earthquake ready to burn it all in blood. The sin you have committed is that of ignorance, not knowing what I have seen you doing in my own minds eye. I’ve read the scripts and judged the patterns,…
She walks out of her apartment
And that is how it starts.
Down a staircase
With twenty-seven steps.
And somehow it gets her
Further from his heart.
She doesn’t know what she was doing,
She just knew
Somewhere the letters stopped.
Hides in a raincoat,
Because her umbrella became lost.
Maybe he can read her eyes.
Perhaps he knows the distance
Between the finish from their start.
But their stories…
If she stands long enough next to the flames,
Maybe she’ll get burned,
Or perhaps the flickering light
Will show her the way.
There’s a heart underneath secrets
That are shades of orange and grey.
And somewhere there’s a key
That will open a door to something
That’s divine in her eyes.
She’s been wandering for days,
Hoping to find in any place,
A tale she has yet to come across.
But when she turns…
Illuminated path by candles.
There’s a wind that howls through the dark.
It calls your name.
Heels press against a pebbled road,
Sinking and staggering forth after you.
In love with a fairy tale. Even though it hurts.
Friends say that you’ve gone crazy, but you’re just fine.
Don’t care if you lose your mind, you’re already cursed.
The clock hasn’t struck past midnight.
Under starlight and the…
There was a dream that started it all. A place in my heart where I knew that fairytales though hardly real were and are quite possible when placed in the most unseen scenarios at just the right moments in time. That next to candle light people still wrote in cursive on lined paper in journals that are hidden in drawers underneath folded button up shirts. That when you look at a flickering flame…
And once awakened from sleep, the dream fades but the imprint remains. There’s a story that’s been falling apart for days, and perhaps there’s no true end to what drives the story to drag itself forward, but in my mind I’m so close to rewriting a story, whether it be on an old familiar road or a path few know. But all the same, it’s time to pull myself out of the trenches of a war that’s no…
You push your heart
To its limits
Because there’s the hope
That love is endless.
That no matter the pain
What doesn’t stop you
Makes you stronger
And what makes you stronger
Makes you wiser,
And some how more mature.
You learn to forgive
And you somehow forget
You forget but then
On lonely nights you remember
And when you cry
You ask yourself
Is the universe
Delievering some universal justice
Stars light up the sky
Each one has a direction,
Waiting for one to be picked
In the name of wanderlust.
“Never pick the second star to the right,
That goes onward until dawn,” said he
Who has been down the same road
In a different way than I.
The wind blows through the streets
Pushing past stilletos that hit the sidewalk.
One trench coat protects from the cold.
Dreams get lost to the universe